#forgot to color the skin 🥲

[calicocatsstuff]

I'll draw the skin later, but this is what I have for now. Hope you like my little baby boy 🥰

[belacottie]

Completely random but does anyone just look back at the old stuff they post and just CRINGE I have been cringing at myself for 5 minutes looking at my old posts 😭 Like what was i thinking back then 😵

[sleepy-fiction]

Little Treasure.

eleven weeks pt.2 | sebastian solace x reader SMUT

2K Estimated

tgs: monster fucking, overstimulation, gn sex terms for reader, two pp seb, bottom reader

an: I forgot about this whooopsiessss 🥲. A looooong time ago, ppl were asking for the smut, and I wrote it! But if you were looking for a lore expansion, this is only smut. This is not proof read or beta read. Sorry, guys

"Sebastian," you whined, humiliation blooming in your heart. You didn't know how you got here, you were just talking to him on the couch and now he has you pinned before him like an art piece. This was your first time seeing Sebastian in years since the day your contract with Urbanshade ended, since the day he was rumored to be dead, only for him to return with the military all strange and anew.

"Shh shh," the angler hushed. No longer was he that shorter, bronze tinted human you loved so much, no, he was large. His skin was a grayish blue, with three big eyes and a long slithering whale tail, two fins for ears, and three giant claws. And now, this creature, that you know ans love is sebastian, was had declothed you.

Your fancy button up that you wore to see him was hanging open, restrictive on your arms and shoulders, with your pants no where to be seen. And there was him, that large pointy tooth predator, hovering over you, with its tail wrapped in a circle around your body, trapping you to see nothing but him.

Your senses were heightened, it was like every cold touch from him was driving you mad. There was so much of him that you could hear, see, feel, taste, smell it was overwhelming. You could taste his saliva on your tongue for every pant you made, the taste foreignly fish like, and could smell so much of his slithering body. It oddly smelled like shea butter, as if he took good care to keep his tail protected and moisturized. And with so much of him, so much of his body, the smell was puguently intoxicating, a natural aphrodisiac that had you thinking of him and only of him every inhale you took. It left you shuddering.

No, no, and not to mention how large his soft bed was. It was like quick sand for your little body, for your aching boned, you were being sucked in and glued in place by bountiful white sheets. And touch. You could feel his touch as he dragged his sharp claw down your bare sternum, and to your stomach, you were whining under his touch. This was way too much for you.

You heard him giggle, and you open your eyes to see him. His giant left claw reaches to cup your face, holding all of your weight tenderly in his palm. His hair is tucked behind his ears, his razor shark teeth beaming delightfully at you, while he wore nothing but an unbuttoned shirt that too hung uselessly on his shoulders. You could see his chest from here, battered with scars but amazing blue, with his belly that mellowed out to a grey color. You could see the space where his humanoid belly met with the start of his tail, hugging at his hips like a true siren.

"F-Fuck... I'm fucking my best friend," you grunted. You couldn't take it as you shut your eyes again, bucking your hips out into the air, and succumbing into his hands. Your face was so hot in his hands, your lewd body posed so erotically, the way you were so sensitive to everything God even your words.

He clenched his teeth, as his exploration of you no longer was for gentle admiration, but for parched desire. "You say whatever you want," he growled as he rolled your nipple between his index and thumb, "you don't care about how it makes anyone feel..." His voice is hushed and teasing.

You squeak, feeling his cold fingers send waves of pleasure down your body, your nipples hardening up instantly.

"'I can't believe I'm fucking my best friend' and not, 'I can't believe I'm fucking a monster'," he chuckles, "I guess I'll take it." The circle his tail has trapped you in restricts smaller, close enough for him to lay your head down on it instead of holding it up for you. He leans down to your body, rolling out that massive tongue, your breath hitches beautifully. He can't take it, he lied, you're too bewitching.

You speak up, "I just, I think about that time back when we were just kids--" his large tongue rolls a stripe down your body, "--nnh fuck... and we were in band practice and you were showing me your teeth without those braces..." He pauses his teasing, his eyes furrowing in intrigue. You continue, "You waited all day until 6th period, when we had our first class together, to show me your teeth before anyone else... And I think-- 'wow that's the boy that's going down on me right now', a-and it's embarrassing!"

A bright hearty laugh escapes him, the sound crackled and mangled as if he had never laughed before. Your humilation worsened beneath him, watching how prettily he laughs and how pretty he smiles. Those sharp pointy teeth flash at you, and though theyre dangerous, it too handsomely silly for you to feel fear. Only worse embarrassment. "You- huh," he snorts out.

"It's not funny, Sebastian," you whine, covering your face.

"You're thinking about all that, right now?" He asks with a giggle.

"Of course I am... Who wouldn't," you pout.

Sebastian leans in to steal your lips, pressing a sweet kiss against them. You gratefully kiss back, running your hands through his silky raven locks. They were a short Bob, the way he always had it growing up. He never wanted to try anything different once you two graduated. It was sweet to feel him again like this.

Your racing heart slowed as you felt him, as his tongue nicely locked you for entrance, and as you generously opened your mouth for him. His tongue was thick and pointy, the sensation unlike anything else, but it radiated him. Your arms seemed to fit lovingly on his shoulders, and his other two hands caressed your belly romantically. There were so many possibilities, so many ways your relationship could change - it is changing. Fuck everything about him was alien now, but still, as you feel him caress you, you know deep down inside, you're so ready to face it all for him. And you're not going to face it alone either.

You shoulders drooped in the kiss, your pinched eyebrows melting in bliss.

God, when did you fall for him? Were you always in love like this?

He pulled away with a hearty smack, his hands running back to hold you sweet hips as he buried his face dear to your chest. "Now, where were we," he asked, his breath tingling against your skin. "Ah, here we are... they look so lonely," he cackles. Sebastian licks your tender nipple, his tongue warm from being in your hot mouth. You moan at the feeling, as it rudely licks and slurps up your nipple. His left claw rolls your other nipple between his index and thumb, the feeling is sharp and tight, an opposite to the sweetness of his soft tongue.

"Ooh, Sebastian," you mewl, staring down at him as he worked. You hear his whale tail rattle possessively at the sound of his name. He pulls off them with a greedy moan and slides his large tongue down your belly in a stripe. He ends it tantalizingly close to where your underwear meets your hips.

He buries his nose deep against your sex, a strong huff making your bones rattle and your legs clam his head on either side. You are viciously reminded that sebastian is still a predator. Your jaw hangs open, neck arching backwards against his tail as his tongue rolls out and licks you soaking through your underwear.

The moanjng cry thag leaves you is jittery and squeakish, a mewl filled with paralyzing erotic terror, "Ah--aa!" You buck your hips against his wet muscle, grinding down harshly against him. He grabs the hem of your underwear and tears it to nothing, his claws immediately reaching to your hole, while his tongue devours your main sex.

You whimper, and sebastian flickers his ears dangerously. He growls and pulls away, eyes lidded as he yanks his button up off his body. "I can't take this," he hisses into the air. He rises high above you, your jaw falls slack. His body is glisteningly beautiful, his reflective scales reach his belly ans create a greenish hue, and scars litter his skin.

Oddly, he didn't have a penis, just his skin and scales and a small hole no bigger than your pinkie. He dips a clawed finger into it, a blissful moan rises from him, and he pulls it straight out. Within an instant, two fleshy, slimey pink rods burst out of his body. One of them has a head of a penis, while the other is smaller, thinner, but flexible as it curls enticingly around the other. Your mouth waters at the sight.

You bark out, "I can't take that Sebastian!" You whine, feeling your sex pour out it's arousal. You sit up zealously, but he dives in to meet you.

His three hands pull you into an embrace, as his two dicks press into your belly. The stiffer, human looking one bumps your belly button, just as he promised, while the flexible, alien cock sways circles into your skin. Sebastian's breath is deep in full in your ears, you shudder at all the stimulus.

Before you could even think it any worse, he burries his lips against your ear and hums out a chasmic mantra, "Try f'me... please, guppy..."

In all of your life you've never heard Sebastian beg not once. He didn't beg for forgiveness when he crashed your sweet sixteen, neither die he when he got you in trouble in Urbanshade. But yet here he is. He licks your ear, whimpers bubbling out of his throat as he begins to buck against your sex, grinding his cocks against you mindlessly. You moan out, feeling his alien dick massage your sex intensely, sticking it up with all of its wetness.

His sharp teeth scrape gently across your earlobe, the burning feeling vibrating into your ears along with his pitiful cries. Your jaw falls slack in bliss as your feet eagerly wrap around his waist. "Ooh, F-Fuck Seb' mmore," You moan.

His face is fucked out as he rises the two of you up, you're high out from the bed, secured to him by the two hands that hold your ass and hip. The final meekly holding you just above ur elbow.

You can feel him part you, as his head presses against your hole. It's achingly slick, ans he breaches with no further hesitation. He's large, filling you with just the tip of one of his cocks alone. The second rushes in,curling in your walls sporadically.

"Oohh-- nnh- aah!" You mewl.

"Z'orry," he hisses. With no warning, Sebastian fucks your hips down onto his cocks, bottoming out with a wistful moan. Your hands shoot to grab onto him, laying your face sloppily into his chest and familiarizing your nails with his back.

His dicks are hot, much hotter than the rest of his cold body. You can feel him expand your belly, his alien cock swirling and spasming like a furious vibrator. Your ankles lock your feet en pointe, your toes curling to finish look. And for his very first official thrust, you're already spilling out cum.

His claws dip into your skin, beading out tiny beads of blood into the bed. The smell of your blood is a fragrant garish to the smell of your weeping sex and the drizzling aroma of your sweat. All of this happening in his den, with the taste of ur lips still distant on his tongue, with the sound of your mewls in his ears, all of it makes his ears twitch in masterful delight.

He pumps into you mindlessly, your walls pummeled and stretched intensely, gummy as they milk his dicks of their juices. A lewd, hearty smack puckers out the space where your bodies meet, the sound squelching wet. Your combined slick dribbles down Sebastian's scales as he hurriedly burries himself into your shoulder.

He fucks your hips down onto him as he thrusts, meeting you both in the middle, the squeaking pleasure forcing your nails to scrape at the tough skin on his back. You're unfortunate to note you can't prick him to bleed the same way he'd made your hips to suffer, but your mind is burning with sparks to intense, you fail to care.

Painfully, he pulls out of you mid thrust, thr feeling of emptiness like a sear to your weeping sex and heart. "Sebastian--" You can't even finish your shout as he cooes at you and shoved his tongue in your mouth.

He lowers back onto the bed, wrapping his tail around your body and propping you above him. Your head lays against his dorsal fin, your legs on either side of his hips and your feet touches the bed.

"T'gimme a sec'," he mumbles out, his eyes lidded, mouth agape and fucked out.

You watch precariously as his alien cock wraps around his more human one. It swirled around it like a precise torpedo, making it a thicker plunge for you to take. Before you can even register it, his tail shoves you down onto him, his absurd cocks forcing you into another orgasm.

Your mewl is airy and scratchy, drowning out the mantra of pitiful wanton "sorry"s from Sebastian's slobbering mouth. He bounces you onto him, your knees curled up on each side in a straddle. His cock adulterates your walls, the ridges from his swirling cock abuse your sweet spot, rubbing against it multiple times each thrust, and forcing you into your third orgasm.

You squeeze him tighter, and his back rises from the bed, his head shooting back into the pillows. His tail restricts tightly around your body, your airflow dimming beautifully as your hands claw at his tail. His moans spike, his tail growing weak with thrusts. Another orgasm was rising in you, but you wouldn't let it go to waist.

You take the liberty to bounce on him for him, your plunges quick and fast, energetic sloppy sounds spilling out your body. He cries out, baring his teeth, but you continue riding him, clawing at his tail with shaggy breaths. The restrictions felt so good, his tail squeezed your whole body so well, you were gonna cum you were gonna cum--

"Sebastian!"

Your sex bursts it's cum perfectly in-sync with the flooding of semen invading your walls. His cum is blood hot, intense as his shots stretch you worse and spill out the gaps of his cocks. Your jaw locks, your moans drawn and loud from you. You squeeze him tightly, dropping all your weight against his tail, as you meekly use your last drop of energy to pull off his spasming cocks. It slips out of you, flowing by a waterfall of orange cum spilling out you. You can barely take notice of his semen's alien color when your head gets light.

"M'guppy, c'mere," is all you hear from him as you're lowered down onto his chest, and developed into his three arms.

You fall asleep just as instant as your cheek touches his collarbone.

Fuck.

That was life changing.

🛋🐍🐋🦈

Your groggy eyes flutter open, doused in the moving, warm thing you lay upon. It felt rubbery against your cheek, yet had a soft pulse ebbing from it.

You didn't recall falling asleep, but when you awoke you found yourself laying on Sebastian's chest. It was rubbery against your cheek, yet warm and pusling eerily loud. With a grunt, you shifted, but was met with an intense soreness dipping from your arms and lower half.

"Awake," you heard him ask.

[lantanasmuttyfanfics]

hi!! can we some alistar x bunny smut. i love that ship so muchh

Because I know that my posting has been in the deepest pits of hell lately I PROMISE to post another fic tomorrow (give or take)

Anyway genuinely forgot this ship existed because nobody talks about it like k was looking at their tag and half the posts aren’t even about them

Hope you enjoyed and have a great dayy!!

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Alistair thought thy he’d never seen Bunny’s face turn so pink as they slowly pulled apart from a kiss.

Her face was flushed, and the tip of her nose a distinct reddish color. If anyone asked he’d say she looked adorable.

But that didn’t matter now, not when they were finally alone after Kitty wouldn’t leave them alone, and certainly not when she looked so tempting.

Maybe it was the lightness in her eyes or vibrant flush, he didn’t know but what he did know is that he’d never felt like this before.

Like the deepest part of needed her close.

They panted as he trailed his hand down her neck, twirling a piece of her hair in the process as they gazed into each others eyes.

Bunny was the one to close the distance, their lips meeting in a clash as her arms wound around his neck, tugging softly at his hair.

He groaned in her mouth, tightening his grip on her waist as he deepened the kiss until they both couldn’t breath anymore.

Everything was in a haze, his mind barely remembering when their clothes disappeared and when they got to the bed.

All he did know was that, her skin tasted like the sweetest of things. Her scent blinding him as he sucked at her neck, loving the way her breath caught.

She also felt as if she was thrown in the deep end, drowning in a pleasure that he couldn’t even imagine. It was addicting.

Alistair moved down her pale body, his warm breath raising goosebumps on her skin as his lips trailed over her.

Letting out a quiet moan, she covered her mouth in embarrassment, grabbing a pillow as his lips devoured every bit of her.

She really didn’t know how she’d gone this long without experiencing this pleasure. But now she felt dizzy with want.

Her legs were trembling with a pleasurable pain, the tightness in her stomach coiling in her gut as she tugged roughly as his head.

Alistair grabbed her hips in response, bringing his head up as she let go, her vision going fuzzy with the impact.

He internally cursed as he leaned over her, grabbing her leg and bringing it up to his shoulders as he kissed her again.

Bunny should have felt shame at tasting herself on his lips but she couldn’t. Her mind was to busy being preoccupied with the stretch she suddenly felt.

She gasped in his mouth, her chest heaving as he thrusted in a slow languid pace of lust and pure need.

It was difficult to hold on, especially when the sound of every little sound she made along with the feel of her drove him mad.

Shuddering, his arms buckled beside her head, the sweat on his forehead building as an intense feeling of heat swept through him.

It was a blinding heat that made the pleasure intensify to unimaginable levels. He held back moans as he fisted his fists tightly to distract him from that heat.

Bunny, mewled against him, her legs wrapping around his hips as she felt that coil in the pit of her stomach again rise higher to the surface.

Biting her lip she grabbed Alistairs jaw as she brought them in a lust filled kiss in an attempt to muffle their moans as she came with a shudder.

They pulled apart after a few minutes of breathing and panting, sweat coating their body and their faces flushed.

And as they lay next to each other, she rested her head on his chest, cuddling against him with that same flush of red that got them in this situation in the first place.

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Can we please talk about how the weather is just not getting cold like bith I just want to feel that autumn cold but here I am swimming in my pool in October (no joke I was actually swimming 🥲)

Anyway what if my posting has been so bad because the universe wants to save me from Beyoncé. What if…

Hope you enjoyed and have a great dayy!!

[vixcistuff]

Update on polar std :

I have two hands, each a flavor

A few days ago the printing workshop sent me a virtual sample of the polar std. but I was hesitant to post it, as you can see, the axis of the base is off because the art is misaligned (I forgot to calculate the imbalance���🏻‍♀️). If I fix it, it will be late compared to the finished product deadline cuz I printed it with a group specializing in printing publications together (the price will be more stable if you print in large quantities since I only printed 2 for myself).

Anyway, on second thought they both look cute, especially sir Carlo std- he is just my mood :) so here we are now.

Bonus: when I accidentally turned off the skin layer while checking color areas before export 🥲...

bro startled me at 3am

[sumiye-draws-sometimes]

~BERSERK~

Okay so I guess the 4th season is just gonna be a remake of the first but in 13 episodes instead of 24..? But omg

I only watched one episode. Screenshots here ya go:

Someone stole their melanin 😭

WHY ARE ANIMATORS SO AFRAID OF DRAWING DARKER CHARACTERS. BE MORE LIKE NARUTO ISTG (just on that note hehe)

I know Guts has already been lightened since the first season but his skin blends with the tent in this scene pfff bro is the color of mayonnaise

Guys, I think Griffith wants him lololol

I had to pause here. I started laughing so loud bkdhfkvk the show somehow got gayer and not even my boy Guts is skipping past it bmxhcjvk XD

I chose not to mention the bed scene cause i still wanna vomit thinking about it. I do love, however, how Casca punched Guts so hard he keeled over with spit running from his mouth. I think that's the strongest I've seen her be this whole show 🥲

Mwah give him a kiss kiss. The art style now looks kinda like Jojo's part 1 and I am not complaining

Edit:

Okay somehow Guts went back to his original ish color? Bros a chameleon.

Edit #2:

Btw I feel as though i forgot to mention in my first Berserk post...

No. Women do not get a high fever when on our period. We also don't just pass out. Fainting can happen, though, but not commonly like... Also, I love how no one mentions how the crap Casca is dealing with the blood. I assume she's just bleeding out, I guess. Blood everywhere. Never getting that out of your clothes in that age. NOT TO MENTION A S3X SCENE. BLOODY S3X. AAUGH

I doubt even a single women looked at the script before these dudes published it in the manga... and show... and remake...

EDIT #3:

HOLY SH!T THEY CUT OUT THE S3X SCENE I'M SO HAPPY THEY'RE FRIENDSS NOT LOVERS YAY

Also

HAHAGAHA

And

...they let Casca save herself for once like the strong women she's supposed to beee 😭😭😭

THE BARE MINIMUM MAKES ME SO HAPPY

But why we gotta see her b00bs out bro

[branches-in-a-flood]

27-33? 😁 ✨

27. any nicknames?

Nope, Flood is my legal name. /j

Uh, actually not very many apart from like, internet usernames. There are two main riffs on my government name that people have used, but no one does anymore. 

28. do you collect anything?

Yes! I collect skulls! And also pelts, fossils, crystals, and apparently plushies (bison, wolves, and bats, which have all been weirdly accidental.)

The skull collection is currently somewhere upward of 20, but not everything is displayed because I suck at decorating, and have a somewhat chaotic home. 

Pelts, I have numerous cowhides and reindeer as floor coverings, goat skins and a Thompson's gazelle as table cloths, a truly innumerable collection of rabbit hides for decor, crafting, and lining collars, as well as a coyote, fox, and lynx for Renn Faire/cosplay use. This reminds me I have a raw coyote hide in the freezer I've been meaning to throw out for at least a year. 

The fossils, crystals, and minerals are strewn about the house and also still in boxes. See the "I suck at decorating" explanation. 

EDIT: I forgot the dog collars too. The black dog has over 25 custom ones because I Have Problems.

29. what do you do when you’re sad?

How sad? Ranges from coloring to napping to self harm to drinking on my meds. 

30. what’s one thing that never fails to make you happy/happier?

I'm not trying to be edgy or anything here but there's nothing that never fails. Such is the nature of depression and neurodivergence I suppose. I can typically count on the small cat climbing into my chest making me feel content, but there are overstimulation issues. Hiking or just generally being in the wilderness typically works wonders, but we saw how today went 🥲

31. are you messy or organised?

No one has ever accused me of being organized. 

32. how many tabs do you have open right now?

Three! 

33. any hobbies?

:heavy sigh: Yes? No? I've been battling the mental illness for a long time now and my hobbies have mostly died in that pursuit. I think the closest I actively do would be training and trialing the black dog. 

(I used to sketch and paint, rock climb, train horses, keep plants/container garden, and intermittently wrote short stories and poetry in earlier years)

[ladsofsorrow24]

a get to know you better meme

@loquatenjoyer69 tagged me so... why not. 🤷 thanks crow! <3

do you make your bed? not really, i just fix the bed cover if it's all over the place, but other than that, i left it how it is

what's your favourite number? 4? and 9? idk i don't have any superstition about numbers but 4 and 9 just look nice to me hehe

what is your job? the only job i have these days is drawing comm, so... nope i'm unemployed... 🥲

If you could go back to school would you? nah... not really. i like learning new shit, but i don't like following rules

can you parallel park? i am afraid of driving.

a job you had that would surprise people? customer service. i am a pretty volatile person.

do you think aliens are real? kinda? never saw them but this world is weird as it is, aliens just make sense. but i don't think they wanna come to earth tho humanity aren't as interesting as hollywood make us to be

can you drive a manual car? i am afraid of driving, and the only car i know how to drive is auto. even then i am still scared.

what's your guilty pleasure? idk i always feel guilty about anything i like lmao

tattoos? nope. first, because of religious reasons. second, i'm scared of needles.

favourite colour? lately, it's red and black. blue as an accent color is nice too. i always say my favorite colors is the spectrum between red to blue

favourite type of music? i like rock and metal... pop is good but most of them are pretty predictable to me. jazz and orchestral is pretty damn good too but it doesn't inspire me much compared to rock and metal tho

do you like puzzles? played windows solitaire until level 100+ so i think i can say yes to this haha

any phobias? fucking... cockroaches. or any insects really, i can't stand em, if i look at one somehow i can just feel em crawling on my skin... 😖

favourite childhood sport? i like badminton... i miss playing em. also cycling... i love that, but i can still remember getting into too many accidents lol so i try not to like it too much

do you talk to yourself? all the time. sometimes it's two to three voices talking at the same time. and the other voices will code switch from my native tongue to english because ofc my brain just love doing that... for no reason 🙄

what movie(s) do you adore? oh so many of them... Happy Together, Gonin, Sympathy for Lady Vengeance, Mad Max Fury Road, Ghost in The Shell, End of Evangelion and many more but i forgot...

coffee or tea? really love coffee before... but i got hospitalized for one day from drinking too much so nowadays i don't really drink em. not really fond of tea, it taste too... clean to me.

first thing you wanted to be growing up? an artist. look where i am now. lol

tagging @righteousdelusions @b1uetrees @yayee-prsp @rose-colored-sd if you guys wanna do it too

[trashmouth-richie]

HIH VOLUME 12

"Listen kid, I'm fucking busy, I don't have time to haul you around because twiddle dick and dum forgot you at the gas station again."

He has barely looked at you since you got there. The guy who held more merit to you than your own brother was gone.

When you wipe your eyes on the sleeve of your sweater he lets out an exaggerated groan.

He thrusts dirty fingers into his sweatpants pockets.

Pulling out a perfectly rolled twenty dollar bill, he flattens it smooth. He smears his finger along the length of the bill, collecting remnants of a fine white powder, which is quickly shoved into his greedy mouth and rubbed on his gums like he's brushing his teeth.

"Here," he grunts, shoving the drugged money into your pocket, avoiding your eyes at all cost,

"now get

lost."

The blinds on the door are still swinging as you stand there dumbstruck and watery eyed. Low voices are murmured through the thin walls as a lighter flicks and sizzles.

Who was that baby?

Nobody.

And that's exactly who you were to everyone you knew,nobody.”

Are you ever gonna go in depth with this scene , who the girl was , them talking abt it , I LOVE this scene i think it adds spice but i need 2 know 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

🥲 i forgot about this ngl 😭

i just went back and looked at my notes from this chapter and re read this part.

during this time eddie was still dealing with his breakup from chrissy and during that time he went off the deep end. he was clearly doing c*ke and other unmentionables, he was dirty and haggard looking.

[Grumbling and stomping in the trailer is heard. Along with two separate giggles.

The door is yanked hard inward revealing a version of Eddie Munson you’d never seen before. His skin was sunken in on his cheeks, dark circles rimmed his eyes. His once soft features were sharp and lackluster, brooding with ashy shadows and skin that looked like it hadn’t seen sunlight in months.

He looked gaunt and hallowed out, his ribs poking against the cindery color of his skin. The warm whiskey eyes that once danced when he laughed were now gaping blacked marbled, polar and dull.

He speaks but you are too busy holding your breath from the stench of rotting clothes and unwashed bodies. ]

there are actually two girls at his trailer during this time. i like to think they were just doing crazy amounts of drugs and just having wild and really stinky sex.

i never really had any girl in mind other than someone reader wouldn’t have known or recognized and same with them. probably just some randos he picked up at the bar. clearly eddie wouldn’t have been working for rick bc rick fucked chrissy. so in my mind, eddie is involved in some bigger more dangerous kind of people and clearly is just spinning out of control.

thanks for this anon💋🩷

ask me more questions on the “directors cut” about my fics!

[onlyswan]

hi sweetheART :)

your latest drabble is still occupying a significant amount of my brain space and i read it the second you posted it hehe

i just adore how detail oriented you are and how there are reoccurring themes throughout your drabbles - one of my personal favorites is when you mention oc‘s clothing! and i wanted to ask if you could maybe explain their style and fashion sense and how you maybe come up with it? (if you haven’t already) like do you have a pinterest board or do you come up with it on the spot? is their style similar or identical to yours bc you mentioned that you love fashion and thrifting like oc <3 i would just really love to hear you talk about it, i am so excited already while i am typing this!!

From what i‘ve gathered so far oc likes to wear crop tops and shorts around the house, they love mini skirts (same) and own cargo (and corduroy?)pants and they have an affinity for fabulous shoes (i guess a good mix of heeled shoes and sneakers?) sorry if i missed anything!!

anyways, i would love love love your opinions and answer to this topic and i really hope i am not bothering you with this long message or asking for too much, i know you are really busy right now xx

i hope you’re having a wonderful day❤️

HIIII BELOVED 🥰 you have no idea how much i’m absolutely geeking rn LOL thank you thank you for noticing the tiny little details. my writer heart is very happy with this information 🫶🏼

i do come up with oc’s outfits on the spot considering the weather, location, scenario and all that jazz :] we areeee kinda similar but still very different. oc’s fashion sense is more matured and experimental ? they like showing skin and is veryyy chic !! <3 🥺 outside they’re always wearing a skirt or a dress but if it’s a more chill day / they need or want to move a lot, they’d wear pants !! oc owns quite a lot of pants too but they’re almost all baggy (hence the cargo too) bcs tight fitting bottoms make them uncomfy (as you can tell) 😭 imagine jungkook’s style but minus the oversized shirts hehe. their closet is very colorful mainly bcs of the tops and dresses !! they just naturally don’t gravitate towards basics so a big chunk of oc’s mind just works hard to match specific pieces of clothing into outfits and have them memorized 🗯️ they love cute hair accessories!! and earrings!! and yesss ur right def have an affinity for fabulous shoes 🥺 those +++ boots!!! their one true love :P

AND PLS I LOOOOVE how you’ve observed these things and took note of them 🥲🫶🏼 and you’re not bothering me at all bcs i enjoy talking abt the in which couple and hearing you guys talk about them too more than anything 🥹 thank you for sending this ask you made my day !!! <333

edit: i got so carried i forgot to mention the sweetheART 😭 the cutest nickname i’ve ever gotten? ANON ILY

[mistydeyes]

Heey! I hope you're having a great day! <3 I saw the pairing thing and I wanted to try it 👉🏻👈🏻 It's my first time doing something like this and I'm soo excited 🥹

I have brown eyes and wavy-brown hair. Aand I have dimples. I smile/laugh all the time so my family and friends play with my cheeks. They say that my skin is soft.

I don't like crowded places. I'm shy and nervous around new people... I won't talk unless they talk with me 🥲 Also, I like making other people happy! I like to give them little things, or writing them letters. I remember every little detail they told me. Ah I almost forgot, I like to share songs with people. If the song reminds me of them, I'll send it! (A little addition: I even made a playlist for someone I secretly loved, but I was too shy to talk with him.. Then I deleted that playlist 😞)

My interests are simple.. Listening to music, reading books, playing video games... My favorite music genre is metal. I'm planning to learn how to play bass guitar 🎸 And for the book, I love detective novels. Also visiting places and taking photos, I forgot them!! Especially I LOVE taking photos of the sky, seeing all the blue sky with white clouds, it's just so beautiful ⛅️

I'm an environmental engineering student, so my future aspiration is improving myself in my major! I'm trying to attend all the webinars about environment and the issues about it. 🍀

I don't have a specific partner type. But trust is a must. If he loves me and makes me happy, I'm ready to give him all my heart ❤️ My previous relationships were bad, I've been cheated 🥲

That's all I guess? I hope I wrote clearly, and I'm sorry if I made mistakes, English is not my first language 😅

Have a great day/night!!! <33

Alejandro

a/n: Thank you anon! Don’t worry it all made perfect sense and I hope you enjoy :)

How you met: Right place, right time was your joke with Alejandro. That had been the case for when you first met. While on a spur of the moment trip to Mexico, you had hiked a cliff to watch the sunrise slowly rise above the horizon. You made it a little before the sky lightened and were relaxing on a bench. You held your knees to your chest as you saw the scarlet and tangerine colors dance in the sky. You loved traveling but you loved seeing the different sunsets even more. Something about the idea that everyone sees the same sunset and sunrise was comforting to you. As you found peace in the quiet, you heard someone approach you. “Buenos dias,” he said and you turned your head to see another hiker. He walked up the trail and pulled up his sunglasses to meet your eyes. He looked about as old as you, probably some other college student. You were a little flustered as you only new conversational Spanish and did not have the charisma of this guy. “Ah buenos dias,” you responded but not nearly as fluently as he had. “Ah so what are you doing here, traveler?” he asked and took a seat on the soft ground. “Just admiring the view,” you replied and looked out to the sky. “It is beautiful,” he agreed with you as you both watched night turn into day. Somehow during the hike down, you and the other hiker, Alejandro, became quick friends. The end of your trip culminated in exchanging numbers and calling constantly. Eventually after many months of friendship, you exchanged addresses to send letters while he was training in the Army.

A peek into your relationship: You were cozied with your boyfriend on the porch. You pulled the blanket tighter around you both as you watched the stars. Alejandro kissed your forehead as you laid on his chest. You could feel the cool late night air of Las Almas as you watched the constellations move and twinkle. “Mi corazon, do you think you could get me a sweater?” Alejandro asked you sweetly. You never understood why he always ran cold but you obliged. As you rummaged through his drawers, you found a small box with a picture of you and him on it. “Ale, what’s this,” you began to call out but let your voice fade out. As you looked, it was a box full of all the letters you wrote him over the years. He kept the ones you wrote him while he was training, ones that contained many song recommendations, and even the small piece of paper that had your number written on it. It made you so emotional seeing this, he really kept everything. Before you rushed out to show him, you noticed a small ring tucked at the bottom. On the inside of the gold medal was his handwriting which said, “Mi amor, mi vida.” When you returned to the porch, you didn’t tell Alejandro what you saw, knowing he would let you know when it was time.

hint hint, it was months later when he took you back to the fateful spot in Mexico and proposed on the cliff side <3

[burningdragoncollector]

Before last year, i've never read describing a woman by her breasts in any books, i've heard of it because of memes and all but never seen one. You know like some wild creatures that you don't know how so many people encounter them when they're so rare in your opinion. I'm not saying the writers in my country got the best way of describing women; actually i'm seeing old poems that mention a lady's fine breasts besides a lot of other aspect of her appearance like her skin and hair color, her height, the length of her hair etc (to be fair that poet did this for male characters too, like sth that needs to be told for the sake of saying and not in some sexy, wierd way)

i got sidetracked and forgot what i wanted to say 🥲

Anyway, i'm reading Shahnameh (well listening to the podcast that read the poems and explains what's going on) and i can't stop talking about it! And the great thing is it's such a masterpiece that no one has ever shut me down when i start rambling about it (or people around me are really nice, maybe both?)

So, yeah!

[ziggymars]

Midnight Love {Pt 2} 18+

Pairings: fwb!Timothée Chalamet x Reader

Summary: Part Two for Midnight Love. Timothée fulfills his promise and the two of you are forced to be face-to-face with your brother. Again.

Warnings: oral, fingering, ANGST, violence, fluff

Word Count: 3.1k

Authors Note: not my gif. DONT KILL ME FOR THE ENDING, ILL MAKE A PART THREE. already working on it. I hate writing on mobile I’m going as fast as my lil fingies can type 💅❤️ sorry for delays. Also sorry @timotheel0ver I forgot to explain how it got leaked again but I’ll get to that next time 😩🥲🤣 Not formatting this either because I’m nervous about parts getting deleted again. Okay enjoy.

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“I can make a real whore out of you.”

The words made you shiver and you nodded quickly, “I don’t mind at all.. we can talk about all of that later.” Your voice trailed off, nose rubbing against his “Watching you get angry with my brother was kind of hot.” Timothée rolled his eyes at that comment and he guided you to the couch. You sat down and looked up at him. You pulled him down by his shirt and he immediately got down on his knees in front of you and his hands were on your knees, carefully pushing them apart.

“Oh yeah?” His voice was low and teasing “Is that what gets you going?” You tugged at the button of your jeans to push them down and he helped you pull them off of your ankles. Timothée dipped his head down to press kisses to the inside of your thigh, up until he was kissing right underneath your panties. His fingers toyed with the hem of them before he hovered over to do the same to your other thigh, kissing and suckling against soft skin.

“You’re what gets me going.” You admitted, rubbing his cheek softly with your thumb, gazing down at him.

“Aw baby,” He murmured and hooked his fingers in your panties before he started to slowly drag them down your legs “that’s so sweet.”

“Don’t aw baby, me, mister. You’re still in hot water.” Your voice was teasing but serious, you pinched his cheek lightly, forcing him to look back at you.

“Oh, come on. Really?” His eyes stayed on you as he dipped his head down to press a kiss to the inside of your thigh. “Even when I do this?”

“Y-yes, even when you do that.” Your voice was almost hitched in your throat and you pushed your hips forward towards him.

“What about,” his lips travelled upward and he pressed another kiss, up closer by your heat, but he didn’t go any closer than that. “this?”

“Uh-uh.” You whimpered, tugging at his hair now, eyes begging him to go forward. Your words did not match your actions, becoming putty from just his kisses and his hands.

“This?” Timothée questioned, tongue darting out to lick a gentle stripe against your thigh, your body pushed forward into the touch.

“Mmm.” You tugged once more at his coffee colored hair and he finally got close enough to be where you wanted him to be. He licked one stripe along your clit, tongue circling gently. A long and high pitched mewl bubbled from your throat and dripped from your lips, into his ears. The pure, erotic sound sent a shudder through his body and he moved closer, nose brushing against your cunt as he suckled the sensitive bundle of nerves into his mouth. “Oh, Timothée, that feels so good.” You managed to breathe, the initial feeling making you go crazy.

He pulled away and you whined at him, pout creeping up to your lips. “You don’t seem very angry now, baby.” Timothée murmured, smirking. A smirk you wanted to wipe from his lips.

“Shut up,” You whined and wiggled your hips desperately, attempting to bring him closer by his hair. “no more words, please.” He agreed and did just as you asked, right away burying himself back into your heat, tongue coming out to resume its position against your clit. “Good boy..” You purred, running a hand through his hair gently. He groaned against you, his own arousal becoming much more apparent. His large hands found their way to the back of your thighs and he was pushing them up and over his shoulders.

“I don’t want to suffocate you.” You giggled. Which was replaced quickly by a moan as he suddenly circled a finger around your entrance and pushing inside of you.

“Fucking suffocate me, at least then I’ll die happy. Between your legs.” The words made you shiver and you were elated to give him what he wanted. In a metaphorical sense. You pushed his head down further and dipped your head back, enjoying the feeling of his tongue exploring your heat. Both hands now were tangled in his hair, toying with pieces idly as you keened his name. His finger was pumping inside of you faster as another one was on its way to join. Timothée’s tongue lapped at you hurriedly, eager to please you.

It was hurried but it was perfect. He had explored your body so many times, he knew exactly what made you feel good and exactly the right times to deploy those tactics. Your back arched off of the couch, hands trying to push him further against your cunt as your walls constricted against his working fingers. He ignored it and kept going, tongue gliding across your clit, fingers pumping inside of you quickly, eyes focused on you.

“Please, baby, you’re going to make me cum.” He knew this already. Knew you like the back of his hand. He curled his fingers upwards into your sweet spot and you cried out, a repetition of his name every time the pads of his delicious fingers prodded at it “Timothée, Timothée, Timothée, Timothée..”

The sound of his name falling from your lips made him groan against your pussy and it reverberated through your body. You came around his fingers, toes curling and your thighs pressed against his cheeks. Your eyes were closed, squeezed tightly together and he helped you through it, his fingers never slowing their fervent prodding against that sweet spot. At the end of the particularly long orgasm, you managed to open your eyes to catch his gaze. “Oh, fuck.” You whined, hips rolling against his fingers. Timothée slowly pulled his fingers out of you and guided them to his lips where he tasted you, swallowing around his fingers and licking them clean when he had consumed all of your slick.

“You taste so good, baby.” he breathed before he was leaning back in to dip his tongue in past your clit, grinding gently against it. Your legs quivered and you tried to push him away.

“Please, no more.” You panted and your hand moved to rest under his chin where you pulled him up to your face to kiss his lips. “Want you, please.”

The whine in your voice made him shudder. He stared at you for a moment, mesmerized, high with lust and need. “Anything you want.” Timothée promised, something in his voice said that he wasn’t lying. “What is it you want, sweetheart?” The nickname made you swoon and you pressed your forehead forward against his.

You bit your lip, debating if you wanted to say what you really wanted to say. “I want you.” Your voice was quiet but the look upon your face was loud and honest. You repeated yourself, “I want you, Timothée. Please.” A double entendre.

His head felt like it was swirling, intoxicated by hearing you say that. He really hoped that you meant it in more way than one. He didn’t want to ruin the moment and ask, not wanting to appear like a needy puppy dog. But when it came to you, he really was. He was amazed that you hadn’t caught on. Maybe you had and just couldn’t say anything either.

~

Timothée had forgotten his laptop at your parents house the last time he went there to work on something with your brother. You had both rightfully thought that your parents would be the ones to greet you when you knocked on the door. They thankfully hadn’t heard about video online because the internet wasn’t really there forte. They had heard about you and Timothée. You knew your mother would be especially ecstatic about the situation. She always knew the two of you would end up together somehow. She would watch the three of you outside from the kitchen years and years ago, hand over her mouth as she marveled at the way he would look at you. So much love in his eyes, one not typically present in those of a teenager. Your father was just surprised it took so long.

The voice of your brother startled the both of you and you stared at him wide-eyed. “Um what the fuck are you doing here? Are you joking? Both of you had to come?”

“Yeah. He left his laptop here. I was afraid you just might kill each other.” You quipped, stepping forward to push him aside as the both of you walked past him.

“Aww, does little Timmy need a guard dog?” Your brother quipped from behind you guys.

You rolled your eyes at the comment and spoke up loudly so he could hear you from the door. “No, I was more worried for you, honestly.”

“Worried for me? What? All of a sudden someone you’ve known most of your life, is your knight and shining armor? Out of the blue, Timothée fucking Chalamet is the guy you’re fighting for!” He laughed and shook his head, following after you two in the living room.

You scoffed at him “I’m not fighting for anyone! You’re just being an ass!” Your voice was raised now, defensiveness creeping into your voice. Timothée’s heart sank.

“Please just stop talking,” he spoke your brothers name “it would be better if you just stopped talking.”

“Why?! Why on earth would I stop talking, when there’s so much to fucking talk about right now!” He shouted.

“To be completely honest with you, man,” Timothée started “you’re kind of a hot-head right now and I don’t think you could handle hearing everything.” He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “I’m really sorry, I just don’t think you’re ready to hear it right now.” He turned to face him, arms crossing over his chest.

“Hear what?” It was your brothers turn to scoff now and his eyes darted from Timothée to you and then back to him. “What the fuck are you talking about?” It was more of a statement than a question.

“I don’t think you’re ready to hear any of it. I don’t think you’re ready to hear an apology, I don’t think you’re ready to talk about it.” Timothée tried to explain. It was true, he wouldn’t be able to handle the truth. The truth that you two had been sneaking around for a year, the truth that just maybe you did love each other. The truth that you had wanted each other, secretly, for a long time. If he were to hear that he would probably just yell some more and that’s just not productive at all.

“Oh I’m more than ready to talk about it, bud.” His tone was condescending and the use of the word ‘bud’ made Timothée’s eyes nearly roll into the back of his head.

“God!” You shouted “Listen to yourself!” Your finger pointed to him now, glaring hard.

“Shut the fuck up, whore!” His voice was poison and it made Timothée set the laptop back down onto the coffee table.

“Enough with that!” Timothée shouted and he took a step forward towards your brother and your brother took a step backwards. “If anything, I’m the whore. Why are you calling her that? We’re both to blame here! But yet you’re insulting her for no reason!” His voice was thick with anger and his brows furrowed, rolling up one of his sleeves. Your eyes widened at the sight of it. You didn’t want to see them fight, you really didn’t.

Timothée continued, “And there is no blame! Nothing we’ve done is wrong!”

“How is that not wrong! You guys are seriously fucked up! You’re both whores, I don’t care! She’s the biggest one! I didn’t say it for no reason.” He sounded exasperated, voice growing louder by the second.

“That’s your favorite word isn’t it?” You finally spoke up. “Can’t even make valid argument, so you choose to throw that around!”

“I don’t throw it around,” he shouted back at you, a little too loud for Timothée’s liking. His fists were clenching, arms unraveling from where they laid across his chest. Your brother continued, eyes narrowing at you “it’s true! I bet you’ve been just waiting for him for years! My fucking best friend! You couldn’t choose anyone else? You just had to sink your fucking claws into him! You’re disgusting! Nothing but a whore! You’ve hid it so well all these years.” Your face fell at the words, eyes shifting to the floor. Your hands fiddled with the shirt you wore, and you opened your mouth to speak but you didn’t. Was he right? You really had always thought of him, always on your subconscious before you even know of the feelings yourself. But does that make you a whore? You didn’t think so. You loved him. Even if you didn’t, that doesn’t make you a whore. How could he say these things?

“Do not say anything else to her.” His voice was curt and cold. He wanted to try to keep some peace. An obvious stark comparison to how he felt. Timothée had never wanted so badly to hurt someone. It wasn’t typically in his nature to be a violent person. Not typically, it just wasn’t him. Something about seeing you so sad, so hurt by someone he knew you cared about and looked up to your whole life.

“Why? What are you going to do about it?” Your brothers voice was challenging and it made Timothée smirk, but only for a moment. “You’re really this angry over my whore sister?”

Oh no, and he had asked him so nicely, you thought to yourself.

Before Timothée could even register what his own body was doing, primal instinct kicked in and he was lunging towards your brother. Before he could react, his fist was colliding with your brothers smug face, wiping the look clean off. He stumbled backwards towards the couch but he caught himself on it and reached forward to push Timothée forcefully. He staggered backwards but stabilized himself immediately, adrenaline coursing through his veins.

“What the fuck Timothée?” He shouted at him, his own fists clenching now as he stepped forward to push him again. “It’s her over me? Really? Her?!” This time, Timothée pushed back. Your hands flew to your face as you watched your brother trip, teeter and then fall to the ground. He stayed there, fists clenched, staring at him.

He took a step closer to his body on the floor, eyebrows furrowing. Timothée almost wanted to beat him within inches of his life. He never would, but he really wanted to. Instead, he spoke up, trying to avoid looking at you right now. “Yeah, it’s her. I think.. I love her. No, I don’t think. I know I love her. I love her. I’ve always loved her.” His voice was unwavering. “It’s always been her.” Your hands stayed in their position, shielding just your smile now instead of your eyes. Timothée’s eyes darted around the room and he shrugged with frustration, sighing softly. “I haven’t gotten to tell her that yet either, so fucking thanks for that, asshole.” Poor Timothée wanted to cry. He was genuinely distressed that your brother had forced that out of him, but he didn’t want to let it show. He had to keep his strong appearance because he was so scared of losing you, he was so scared he already had by admitting that. No one said anything. They stared at each other and you stared at them, not sure what to do.

Your brothers expression softened and he cocked his head to the side. Timothée’s on the other hand, hadn’t. He stared at him for a couple more moments before he stepped away from him without another word, leaving him on the floor. His expression only softened when his eyes fell on you. Eyebrows furrowing, tears brimming his eyes at the sight of you. He reached for the laptop and turned to walk to the door. Before he got there he turned around and spoke “Fuck you, dude. You just never know when to shut your mouth, do you?”

With that he walked out the door and you didn’t care to listen to what your brother had to say. You followed after Timothée, tears spilling past your eyelids.

You slammed the door on your brother on your way out. Timothée stood by the car, hand on the door. He just stood there and you couldn’t fathom why until you sprinted to his side and your arms around him. He sniffled quietly and tried to push you away. You wouldn’t let him, you got on your tip-toes to rub your nose against his soft cheek. “Timo.” You whispered. “Talk to me please.”

“I don’t want to talk.” He confessed “I’m such an idiot. I hate him for making me say that. You don’t even think of me when I’m not around. I just ruined everything we had together. I ruined the one thing we had. What we created together.” His voice was hurried and he was tripping over his own words. He turned his face to you but he didn’t look at your eyes, he looked anywhere else that he could. Too embarrassed to look you at your face. Afraid you would see how heartbroken he really felt.

“You really believe that?” You laughed and he tried once more to push you away because of it “I think about you constantly. I’ve always thought about you and I’ll always think about you.” Tears started to fall down your cheeks faster now when his eyes finally caught yours.

“You’re just saying that.” He whimpered but he pulled you closer, his actions the complete opposite of his words. In his heart he knew that you loved him too.

“I’m not just saying that.” You professed, hands coming up to cup his face in your cold hands “I love you too, Timothée.”

He was on his way to argue the first part but the second sentence shut him up immediately. His suspicion confirmed. He could barely process it.

Timothée couldn’t say anything he just leaned forward to smash his lips against yours, his hands snaked around your waist now, pulling you completely to his chest.

He buried his face in the top of your head and inhaled your scent, a shaky sigh spreading warmth over your scalp. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to say that.”

“I think I do.” You muttered against his chest, grasping at his shirt. And maybe you did have an idea of how long he’s waited to say that.

[xuseokgyu]

OH that’s neat!! I was just asked this color question a few years back and I’ve just been thinking about it since… DK is also yellow, but yellow and light purple. Hao is a tricky one for me… but like dark dark green? and black is generally what I feel like matches him (though also sometimes blues instead of black). We kinda match with Mingyu! He is also dark green and like dark pinks? (like the burgundy you mentioned but more pink than red). For the seasons greetings…. Seungkwan’s blue (backdrop) matched! (light blue and orange), Jeonghan kinda matched, the purple wasn’t quite the right shade though (purple/blue). Wonwoo didn’t match but I did really like the green he had (I also just really like green). He is also a dark blue for me though! with black. OK so next question then, I’m curious then what are your favorite outfits for them (and I wanna see if they correspond with your associated colors….) ?? You can just call me ss? I don't want to give myself away... ~sss🎁

Okay Ss hehe I feel like Hao does ask for darker tones, I can totally see what you mean

Now this is funny cause the outfits don't necessarily match the colors I see them as hahaha

I loooove DK in green, I think it matches his skin tone so well <3 So even tho his color is not green I loved his look for the Season greetings

I am completely obsessed with Gyu in this yellow hoodie (hoodies/jumpers/sweaters in general, but this one in partidular), and I think it's safe to assume he likes it too cause he wore it more than once 😅

and for Hao I always love when he goes for a more street/hip hop look, I feel like he can experiment a lot with it... But he is a total fashion icon and I love all his clothes choises -okay, not really a fan of the grandma looks he sometimes pulls out-

In general, and for all of svt really -most likely for all men- I looove when they wear suits, and most of all glasses, I love when they wear glasses 🥲

Do you have a favorite look?? Also... I totally forgot to ask who are your bias?? (I promise I won't turn on detective mode and try to guess who you are from it haha)